Masamune remembers a discussion in which Yukimura confessed to having nightmares not unlike that. Not of the water, but of the lives he's failed to protect. The lives he's taken. It's so easy to picture because it mirrors so many of his own.
He remembers a sea of blood and corpses and the husk of a tiger stranded among them.
He closes his eye and leans his forehead against the back of Yukimura's head. This may be better suited to a priest or the Oracle, but it's just the two of them here.
Just Masamune, Yukimura, and the cold uncaring sea.]
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Masamune remembers a discussion in which Yukimura confessed to having nightmares not unlike that. Not of the water, but of the lives he's failed to protect. The lives he's taken. It's so easy to picture because it mirrors so many of his own.
He remembers a sea of blood and corpses and the husk of a tiger stranded among them.
He closes his eye and leans his forehead against the back of Yukimura's head. This may be better suited to a priest or the Oracle, but it's just the two of them here.
Just Masamune, Yukimura, and the cold uncaring sea.]
...Now, sink. I won't let you drown.